• The Lonely Child

    She sits on the corner
    A dress made of rags
    A family departed

    Tears flow freely
    Pain increases daily
    The gnawing in her stomache never subsided

    Cars stream by the child
    People run by the corner
    Not a soul cares for her, the cold and hungry child

    There she sat
    day after day, night after night
    Lonely and lost, lost and lonely

    Rain now falls
    She flees from her corner
    Hiding in the alley nearby

    Curled up in hiding
    The pain finally leaves
    She breathes her last breath

    The tears now stop
    The pain is gone
    The hunger never bothers

    the lost
    dead child.